[Kimblee allows Isaac to intertwine their fingers with no resistance; it feels a bit strange through the gloves, but he doesn't feel inclined to take them off, either. That normally would have been the first thing he moved to do back in Amestris; he isn't sure what to think of the fact that by now he's so used to having no direct contact with others that taking the gloves off is no more than a vague afterthought.
It bothers him a bit; he lets it go for now. And look, he doesn't even freeze up at the sight of that rather horrifying expression!]
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It bothers him a bit; he lets it go for now. And look, he doesn't even freeze up at the sight of that rather horrifying expression!]
Well! Consider me flattered, then.